The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

"OK, seventh health bar taken! My skills are still pretty good, aren't they? They haven't dropped at all, have they?"

After Ye Xiu won, he went to Mo Qian to claim credit. Mo Qian looked at Ye Xiu speechlessly. It was clearly Ye Xiu who, without any sportsmanship, called Mu Cheng to help him fight first.
"Old Ye, you cheated, this doesn't count."

"Yes, that's right, it doesn't count!"

This time, Huang Shaotian unusually stood on the same side as Mo Qian, supporting him and joining forces against the evil forces summoned by Ye Xiu.
"You wouldn't be calling for help too, would you, Sword Immortal?"

Huang Shaotian looked at Mo Qian with a determined expression, but Mo Qian seemed somewhat evasive.
"Shaotian, you need to understand that your Sword Immortal brother is actually getting a bit old. This eighth health bar is really taking too long. How about this, Shaotian, let's attack together when there's only one health bar left, okay?"

Huang Shaotian glared indignantly at his idol, Mo Qian. That he actually wanted to call for help was far too—wise!

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Ye Xiu rolled his eyes at Huang Shaotian. He thought Huang Shaotian would really hold out until the end without asking for help, but he didn't expect Huang Shaotian's dignity to be so worthless. He couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds.
"Alright, alright, Old Ye, you can go down now. Just leave the rest to us two swordsmen, Golden Horn!"

"Silver Horn!"

"Two horns march forth! Not a blade of grass will survive!"

The combined strength of Huang Shaotian and Mo Qian on the field goes without saying; just imagine the intensity, and you'll be speechless.

"Let's go!"

"The Eighteen Forms of the Sword Immortal!"

"Sword Saint's Ten Forms!"

Mo Qian looked at Huang Shaotian and called out as well, looking at Huang Shaotian.
"Weren't your ten techniques all copied from mine? I don't think there's any need to create another Sword Saint Ten Techniques—"

"Haha, what did you just say, 'Old Mo'? I didn't hear you clearly. Oh dear? Bad signal!" Mo Qian watched Huang Shaotian's performance with a speechless expression, but there was nothing he could do. For someone like Huang Shaotian, there was only one way to deal with him: spoil him.

"Never mind, Shaotian, can you keep up with me? Don't fall behind. We can't afford to make any mistakes with the remaining two health bars. If we do, Ye Xiu will kick us out!"

Ye Xiu wholeheartedly agreed to the bet, though he was joking, of course. If he were really kicked out, Mu Cheng would be the first to object.
"rush!"

"Take this! Take this! Phantom Sword! Triple Upward Slash!"

Huang Shaotian relentlessly attacked the dragon, while Mo Qian waited on the other side for the moment Huang Shaotian drew the dragon's aggro to switch targets.

"Now! Old Mexican!"

"Here it comes! You didn't need to remind me, kid! Take this! Blade Storm!"

Mo Qian's hand speed was off the charts; in just a few seconds, he snatched the aggro from Huang Shaotian's grasp.

The real reason is that the Mexican always targets the nine-headed dragon's vital points.

The nine-headed dragon has only one vital point: its eyes. However, to hit its eyes with every sword strike is extremely difficult.

"Old Mo's accuracy is still so excellent. I wonder who he learned it from?"

Mo Qian naturally learned from Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu taught Mo Qian piano, and as a result, Mo Qian's piano skills are now better than Ye Xiu's.

Talent is crucial for music—'(End of Chapter)